Not Dancing in a Latino Club

Lately, I had the wonderful experience of going to a club without dancing, smoking, or drinking twice. Basically, I was invited to a Latino club in Shanghai by two different groups of my friends. Since I am at a certain point in my life where I avoid dancing by any means, accepting these invitations was by far one of the most absurd decisions I have made in the last couple of months, and oh boy, I made a lot of them; something that needs its own story for another day. While the first time was not that eventful, as I spent a good time chatting with my lovely friends who were not that much in the mood for dancing as well, the second time was more interesting and enjoyable. We came to the club around 10 pm, as entries after 11 had to pay, and as fellow unemployed international students, we are not the biggest fans of paying for stuff. The company was very diverse, and larger than the previous occasion. Again, I decided to just sit on the terrace and, when others were not around, enjoy…